


Walked Upon a Fairy Tale WIP

by Withstarryeyes



Category: Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Genre: Abandoned Tony, Alternate Universe, Cute, Eventual Stony, Fainting, Fairy, Fantasy, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, M/M, Magic, Magical Creature, Slow Burn, fairy tony, lonely
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2016-08-03
Updated: 2016-10-29
Packaged: 2018-07-29 03:32:54
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 6
Words: 4,972
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7668508
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Withstarryeyes/pseuds/Withstarryeyes
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Steve hadn’t planned to get lost in the woods. But he’d lost his guide around an oak tree with a curve and a fork in the road. Both led to rivers with water reflecting the stark night sky, thousands of stars shimmering in the waves. There was no cell signal in the depths of these mountains, only pine trees and oak trees and things that went bump in the night. Things that went bump in the night that he was alone with.</p>
            </blockquote>





	1. Chapter 1

Steve hadn’t planned to get lost in the woods. But he’d lost his guide around an oak tree with a curve and a fork in the road. Both led to rivers with water reflecting the stark night sky, thousands of stars shimmering in the waves. There was no cell signal in the depths of these mountains, only pine trees and oak trees and things that went bump in the night. Things that went bump in the night that he was alone with.

He found a small clearing with a few tree stumps and a pond just a few feet away. He knew that he should build a fire and then a shelter because the elements would be the first to kill him. He slung his bag on the branch of a tree and slipped his shirt off. Even in the late late hours of the night August had made it’s mark in unbearable heat and Steve had a lot of lifting to do.

He collected tree logs and some dried up grass for kindling. A fire was started in the hour and Steve tried to recall how to make a shelter. He’d need to prop it against a tree and build up logs against it. A teepee with a grass or leafy roof was basically what he was going for. He sighed, looked up at the starry night and whispered a prayer.

“Guess it’s just you and me huh?” Steve joked to himself and he got back to chopping logs and collecting things for his shelter.

“Guess so,” A deep voice called back and Steve jumped in the air. Gripping his machete tight he spun in circles. He cursed his human sight for failing him in the pitch blackness of night. All he could see was the little radius illuminated by his fire.

“Who’s there? I’m armed and dangerous and you shouldn't mess with me!” So he bluffed, but Steve knew that he had to bluff. Whatever was out there had to be better suited to the environment than city-slicker him.

“Ah, there’s no need for violence,” The voice called out and Steve spun around again, gritting his teeth.

There was a blue flash of light that came from his right and Steve whipped around, swinging the machete out. Another blue flicker from his left and he swing again. All his machete caught on was air. How was this happening?

“I’d be perfectly happy to talk if you would just put the giant metal killing machine down,” The voice almost pleaded?

Slowly, and not without caution, Steve lowered the machete to the ground, feeling the familiar weight of his back up army knife shift in his boot.

“Can you just… I don’t know show yourself? I’m getting kinda woozy spinning in circles in the dark here,” Steve called out. He thought there couldn’t be harm in being nice.

“As you wish,” Snark leaked out of the words and Steve had little time to wonder why when he was blinded by blue. He blinked stars out of his eyes to try and see who was conversing with him.

Steve pulled in a harsh gasp of the muggy August air. His eyes roamed all around the man. His ears were pulled up to a point and he had a strange ring of blue coming from his chest. His hair was wavy and a leaf crown laid on top, the red and gold leaves contrasting with the brown hair. His eyes were almost black in the lighting but they had a mischievous twinkle in them. He was short, only coming up to Steve’s chin but his body was lean and muscular under the tunic he wore. Steve thought he saw wings, bright gold with red edges, but he knew it must be the night playing tricks on him.

“Woah,” Steve muttered, stepping closer and fighting the urge to run his fingers across the man’s body.

“You’re the first human I’ve come across that’s ever had that reaction before,” The man frowned and Steve looked up at him.

“What reaction do you usually get?” How could anyone react to a man this beautiful without awe and amazement. Without being dazed and intrigued and hypnotized by the beauty of the blue ring.

“Screaming, running, sometimes a little attempted homicide,” The man joked and Steve realized he didn’t have a name to call him.

“But why? You’re beautiful!” Steve exclaimed before blushing at the realization that he’d said that second part out loud.

“Because I’m a fairy. Your kind tend to be spooked by my kind,” A fairy? Steve looked back at the man as his vision greyed at the corners. He was talking to a fairy?

“But that’s impossible, Steve, man you've gone insane,” Steve mumbled right before he passed out.

“That’s a little more like it,” The fairy said before scooping the shirtless blonde up and taking him back to the makeshift shelter.

He didn’t know why he felt responsible for the hiker as he’d never had any problem leaving the other bewildered humans back at their camp. But then again he’d never met a human that had looked at him with anything but terror. Especially not humans with kind blue eyes and the deposition of a golden retriever. The fairy sighed as he laid the human down in his shelter and pushed back the sweaty hairs sticking to the man’s forehead.

He decided to stay until the man--Steve, Tony recalled from his mumbled statement-- woke up. It was the least he could do considering.


	2. Chapter 2

Blinking up Steve saw an angel. There was a crown of sunlight glowing around the man’s head, his eyes brown and concerned. There were wings behind him.

“Woah, are you an Angel?” Steve slurred and realized he was on his back? He looked around, identifying the tent he built last night. Looking back to the Angel Steve recognized the fairy from yesterday staring at him in amusement.

“Please don’t compare me to my cousins, dear,” The fairy stood up and Steve watched dazed as he putted around Steve’s makeshift camp. He blinked when a cup full of stream water was placed in his hand.

“Thanks,” Steve whispered and scooched to a sitting position. He closed his eyes at the world spinning and felt a hand leaning him back to rest against a chest. Heat poured through the thin tunic and Steve hummed as the vertigo dissipated.

“Take it easy you passed out.” The fairy said and Steve wondered what the man’s name was.

“I passed out?” A flush bloomed on Steve’s cheeks. Damn that was so… girly. He’d fainted into the arms of a beautiful man. God, he was hopeless

“Yeah, almost brained yourself on a rock.”’

That didn’t help the flush burning Steve’s face. He cleared his throat and finally reopened his eyes. His fire had long since died out and he watched the sunlight as it reflected on the small pond. Flicking his eyes up he could see the Fairy looking back at him, his leaf crown had been knocked halfway off his face. The tips of the man’s ears were turning a light pink and Steve wondered if he’d been sunburned

“Well thank you, you know for not leaving me on the forest floor. Do I get to know the name of my hero? Or do I have to keep referring to you as ‘fairy’?” Steve joked, trying to sit up on his own only to be pulled back to the nameless creature’s chest.

“Tony.”

“Tony?” Steve snorted. He was expecting something elaborate. Like Ezekiel or Lucian. “Do all fairies have such…”

“Human names?” And Steve looked back up to make sure the fairy–Tony– wasn’t really offended. He wasn’t, just looked a little contemplative. “I don’t know, I’ve never met another one.”

Steve balked at that. Didn’t fairies have… packs? Groups? Families?

Tony drew in a sharp breath when Steve’s eyes rounded on them. They were like crystals in the moonlight. They had concern and confusion dripping out of them and Tony suddenly felt self-conscious. It’s not like he’d never looked for another fairy. It was just hard to find one when all he ever remembered was this forest and a little lost boy that he’d herded back to a very grateful family. That’s where he’d gotten his name from actually. A family with a mother named Peggy and a Butler named JARVIS and how she’d always wanted another son to name Anthony.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, adjusting his crown just to have something to do with his hands.

“Anyway, um good luck with your travels. I need to go… collect berries,” Tony lied and avoided the human’s eyes because his heart already seized at the small whimper the man’s lips let slip and he need to just get away. From probing questions and relationship making connections because he was a fairy and he was meant to be alone.

“Oh. Well have fun… collecting berries. Maybe we’ll see each other again,” That, that disappointment in Steve’s voice was the exact reason he couldn’t stay. He didn’t know how to make friends and he wasn’t gonna start now. Not when he’d mess up a perfectly good, perfectly handsome, perfectly kind human.

Carefully lifting Steve off his chest, Tony pivoted the man to lean against a fallen log. He looked over to the fire, touching one of the logs to get it burning again before standing to leave. He felt a hand snake out and grab the edge of his tunic and Tony spun around, Steve whispering out one last thank you.

He needed to leave now or he was going to stay forever. And with that, a cloud of red smoke, Tony was gone.


	3. Chapter 3

Tony was almost back to his hollow when he heard the deep grunt of a wildistic animal in Steve’s inflection. He looked down towards the path to his home but upon hearing a second louder grunt he turned around, sprinting towards the hiker. He could be being mauled or maybe he fell into the fire. Tony’s chest grew more and more blue as it stored up his magic just in case…

The just in case Tony was expecting was not what he came to once returning to his camp…

He was expecting blood and pain and suffering. He was expecting Steve to be ripped to shreds and spread apart across his tent because that’s what happened in these woods. Hikers would come upon bears and mountain lions and Tony would hear them suffer but not come out because they were already knee-deep in fight or flight adrenaline and he couldn’t bear to be a part of the fight. He couldn’t watch them label him a monster among the animal that attacked them.

But instead was a drenched Steve cradling his arm in his other, his bottom lip jutting out just enough to look like a toddler. He was looking around, a little dazed, like someone that had just been rear-ended.

“Steve? What happened?” Tony asked and hell if the worry was thick in his voice. Just because Steve wasn’t in a pool of his own blood didn’t mean he didn’t care. Didn’t mean he didn’t question why he cared.

The eyes turned on him then. Full blue and just as shockingly mesmerizing as the first time. Like looking into a telescope and seeing Saturn for the first time. Tony walked over to him, his chest glowing blue like a lantern even in the full sunlight.

“Can I take a look at it?” Tony asked softly when he realized that Steve was a little too pain-shocked to speak first. Maybe even thinking that Tony was a result of the accident. He had left.

Steve nodded, his head bouncing slowly up and down like a patient following a doctor’s finger during an eye exam. He turned his gaze down to the cradled arm and tried to ignore the ute little freckles that were stars among Steve’s skin. Tried to ignore staring at them after waking up with Steve in the morning, part of a family he never had. He shook his head and peered back down at the injury.  

The wrist was twisted an odd angle and Tony winced, barely ghosting his fingers over the swollen skin. It looked like at least a sprain and maybe a broken bone.

“I’m fine, really,” A voice said, it’s inflection hoarse and anything but fine. It took Tony a moment to register it was coming from the soaking mess of a man in front of him.

“Yeah if fine means in a hell of a lot of pain and shivering,” Tony mocked, barely resisting the urge to curl his hand in Steve’s dripping hair and push it back from his face. God, one day of nice human interaction and now all he wanted was to touch. “Why _are_ you wet?”

Steve was a literal golden retriever. He blushed and moved his face down, Tony could practically see the tail between his legs. “A raccoon came out of the woods and scared me, when I took a step back I fell over my bag and into the pond,” Steve mumbled and if Tony couldn’t see the pain in his eyes he would’ve laughed.

But he could see the pain. He could see it arching through the air. “May I?” Tony asked and gestured to the limb. Steve nodded, his eyes a little glassy but still staring at Tony. Staring at Tony like he was the answer to all his questions. Tony glanced down at Steve’s plump lips, could imagine kissing them… He shook his head to focus and could feel the tips of his ears blush. Tony winced at the hot warmth of the injury and the puffiness of the swelling as he delicately put his hand over Steve’s arm. He let his magic lightly flow from his chest through his touch to ease Steve’s pain.

He could see it working in the blush returning to Steve’s cheeks and the loss of a wince burned into his lips. The pain felt to Tony like little nips of a mosquito or maybe a harsh paper cut but nothing compared to the biting pain Steve had been experiencing.

“T-tony, what are you doing?” Steve asked and his voice was cotton candy, all sweet and genuine and grateful.

“Draining,” Tony replied because it wasn’t quite healing. He was taking away the pain and mending part of the fracture but it would take more magic than Tony had to heal Steve completely. Even then Tony was willing to drain until he blacked out from lack of magic before letting Steve push him off and continue with a broken arm and blinding pain. He took his other hand, waving it over Steve and quickly wicking away the moisture that covered him.

“Thank you,” Warm honey and soft spring night looking at the lilies in the pond floating away. Steve was pure and sweet and Tony was... Well, a little broken. Tony was too locked away in his own secrets to really be present in anything. He’d take this moment in delusion and desperation for more than what he had waiting for him in his secluded hollow.

“It’s not a big deal,” Tony said and only when speaking aloud did he realize he was slurring his words. He could feel the thick, fuzzy confusion that was creeping into his head as his magic weaned. He could feel the sluggish way his heart was beating, almost as if it would stop altogether in a slow race to the end.

“Tony? Are you okay,” He was slumping down, his hand still curled over Steve’s arm, his eyes half mast, “Jesus, you’re going pale,” Steve said and Tony could just make it out before he lost it all in the pitch blackness of his mind.


	4. Chapter 4

Silence. It’s eerie as it rings in Steve’s ears in the midst of the night. Tony’s still pale with his face laid gently upon the corner of Steve’s sleeping bag. The little ring in his chest has been dimmed significantly since Steve saw him last and he glances at his arm. There’s still bruising, yellow ringlets and black splotches, but most of the pain has giving way to the buzz of Tony’s magic. He wants to thank the fairy but he’s unconscious and Steve isn’t sure when he’s going to wake up. 

If he’s going to wake up. Steve can’t even imagine what would happen if he’d killed a fairy. The guilt he’d feel over another life being lost in a forest so similar to the German mountains. All over a damn sprain. He’s had worse before, bronchitis in his lungs on the alps and a bad asthma attack in the adirondacks. Nobody died then. Steve shakes his head and watches Tony’s breaths cloud the air. They exist and Tony isn’t dead. Steve thinks he should go to bed. He’s riding the last waves of adrenaline and it’s making him philosophical. 

The inside of his sleeping bag feels hollow and Steve shoves his face into the corner of the quilting, feeling like a three year old in a thunderstorm. He looks at the stars and tries to remember that he’s on this earth and nothing is changing and morning will come and Tony will be okay. Tony has to be okay. Steve has to know why he’s so kind for someone that barely interacts with humans. Who taught him to be that way? He counts the constellations he can name before his eyes get heavy, drugged by the moonlight and he gives in to the numbness of sleep. Maybe in the morning he’ll see chocolate brown eyes and golden wings again. 

He dreams he’s Peter Pan and Tony is his tinkerbell. He dreams of captain hook and crocodiles a a little tiny Tony sitting on his shoulder shedding fairy dust. The same tiny Tony that’s whispering in his ear to wake up. He blinks open his eyes and almost screams. Tony is over top of him, a hand on his arm and a slight twinge of magic on his voice. 

“Holy crap, Tony. Are you okay? You went unconscious on me,” Steve says and the tips of Tony’s ears flame red. 

“I’m fine, that just means I depleted my magic too quickly,” he shrugs like it’s no big deal. He chuckles and Steve feels a little flicker of anger. What could be so funny? He was worried about the man, dammit. “We really need to stop passing out on each other.” Tony says and it takes Steve a little bit to remember he’d passed out too. Just a few nights ago. Maybe Tony has a point. Maybe he passed out for payback. 

Steve smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and feeling relieved that Tony seems to be bouncing back to his witty self, “I don’t know. Not much better bonding exercise than 12 hours with a comatose friend, “ Steve tries to joke but knows it comes out forced in the wake of his night. Tony shifts to face him, his nose scrunched up like he’s trying to solve a math problem. 

“How’s the arm,” Steve feels like that’s not what Tony really wanted to say but he plays along anyway. 

“Better, thank you. Your magic helped a ton,” Steve says and stands up, looking for his backpack. He should make breakfast for the two of them. He catches Tony’s leaf crown out of the corner of his eye, half buried in the dirt of the camp. He brushes it off and stashes it away in his backpack, not entirely sure why, just knowing that looking at it makes his heart flip and if Tony doesn’t stay… it’s a souvenir. 

“Sorry, I don’t have much in the means of food. How does oatmeal sound?’ Steve asks and when he turns around Tony’s already rolled up Steve’s sleeping back and started up the fire. Steve wants to tell him to sit down before he falls down but doesn’t think he has the authority. 

“Hmm?” Tony’s distracted but that humming noise he just made send Steve’s heart jackhammering. It’s adorable. His words are stuck in his throat like the oatmeal he’s making so he just holds up the pan and waits for Tony to nod. 

“Ooo, oatmeal, yeah sounds good,” Tony beams and Steve feels himself relax a little. 

He didn’t kill Tony and this is not the German mountains. He can’t lose someone the same way he lost Bucky. 

The food’s ready and piping hot when Steve sits back down. Tony’s crafting a new leaf crown and Steve blushes at the one in his backpack. It feels like he’s hiding a knife in an airport.

“Steve?” Tony asks and Steve jumps a little, not expecting to be addressed. Tony’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat and Steve feels his cheeks heat up again. God, he’s so pathetic. 

“Yeah?”

“How do you feel about swimming,” Tony’s eyes are shining in the light and he looks so young. He’s a four year old asking a friend to help him steal some cookies. Steve likes the adventure. 

“How does Lois Lane feel about Superman?” Steve asks and Tony’s smile splits even wider. Steve’s pretty sure his heart rate will never ever slow down. He’s not sure he wants it to. 


	5. Chapter 5

Tony’s eyes are gleaming as bright as the crystal swimming hole behind them. Steve feels like a boy again left to his own wills during Summer vacation. Tony grabs the edge of Steve’s uninjured arm and the tips of his ears flare red for a brief second as he turns towards the body of water.  His tunic is off and Steve can say the fairy is built like a god. A god with delicious abs and a sweet round ass. Steve shakes his head and closes his eyes. 

“What are you waiting for?” Tony asks and Steve grins madly before stripping off his shirt. The sun is brutally beating down on his freckled shoulders and he sighs when the cold water laps over his body as he enters the swimming hole. 

“Tony how did you find this place?”

The fairy shrugged, his wings fluttering in the breeze water droplets clinging to his thick lashes. His brown eyes bore holes into Steve and Steve felt like for the first time in a long time someone was  _ seeing _ him. “Luck” Tony said and took Steve’s hand. “I’m a lucky, lucky man.”

Steve shivers as Tony lets go, blushing and dives under the water, his hair floating in the water in a crown around his head. 

They floated on their backs until the sun set, the water dropping into chilling temperatures. Their lips were blue, fingers and toes pruny, hair plastered to their face, moondrunk and smiling. 

The trek to camp was long in the shadow of night but Tony took Steve’s hand mumbling an excuse about better eyesight and wanting to make sure Steve didn’t brain himself on a rock. He watches the hiker out of the corner of his eyes, his blonde hair is curling as it dries, little curly cues flipping out from his ears. Steve squeezes his hand and Tony glances down at the junction as if forgetting it’s there, when he looks back up Steve is smiling at him. Tony’s heart races at the dimples in Steve’s cheeks.   

Steve breaks the silence, his voice husky but tired and Tony tries his best not to melt right on the spot. “Tony?”

He hums because he doesn’t trust his voice not to betray his thoughts. Steve goes quiet for beat and fear flares up in Tony, like pouring gasoline on a fire. He wonders if he did something wrong or overstayed his welcome.

“I really hate to ask you this, but do you think that you could take some of the pain away from my arm,” He deflates in relief. Steve squirms uncomfortably and Tony thinks how cute it is that he’s worried about taking advantage. 

“Of course Steve, I was planning to actually,” He lets the truth slip in order to settle Steve’s uneasiness. He likes feeling valued, it’s a sharp contrast to the useless way he lives his life, locked away in a hollow with more magic than he knows what to do with. 

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me Steve, I am after all the reason you were injured in the first place,” Tony bucks back wildly as Steve stops in his tracks. He drops Tony’s hand, his stance suddenly agressive. He looks like he’s about to tug out tufts of his hair, his teeth gritted. He blows out a deep breath harshly and Tony’s eyes widen. 

“You’re not telling me that you’re actually blaming _ yourself  _ for  _ my _ clumsiness,” Steve states it like a question but Tony assumes it’s more of lecture. 

“I left,” His mouth is running away from his mind and Tony can’t seem to stop the soft words that escape, laden with guilt, heavy in their meaning. 

“You didn’t hurt me.” Steve breaths out, bitterly laughing at the ridiculousness of the thought that he made Tony feel bad because he tripped over a bag. “In fact if I remember correctly, I hurt you by making you deplete your magic dangerously fast.”

Tony tries to argue and Steve feels fury building up inside him. He has a type, it hits him then, reckless idiots with hearts of gold and self-esteem issues. He’s so frustrated at the injustice of it, of Tony feeling worthless and guilty and to blame for something out of his control. He wants to cry at the fact that Tony didn’t have anyone to teach him that if you carry the blame for everything you’ll never make it out alive. The burden is too big to carry. 

“I chose to do that,” Tony says, the same light voice barely audible over the chirps of crickets. 

“Tony look at me,” They take forever to shift over to Steve’s face but once they do Steve can’t stop staring into his eyes. They shimmer in the moonlight, a dusting of gold apparent in the sea of brown, swirling amber into chestnut. They hold so much power in them, so much hope and curiosity but also doubt. “You can’t blame yourself for the world’s injustices. Okay? While we’re at it, you should also know that you can’t set yourself on fire to keep others warm.”

“I never did set myself on fire?”

“Fire, meet magic depletion, warmth meet my mostly healed arm,” Tony makes a soft ‘oh’ and briefly mumbles about how nice the message is for how harshly it was delivered. 

“Thank you, Tony,” Steve says and Tony nods, taking his arm. 

Numbness washes over the limb and Steve’s eyes glaze over. He’s bone tired and the lack of biting pain is pushing away his motivation to stay awake. Tony lifts Steve in his arms as the man falls asleep,Tony leans in as Steve is on the cusp of sleep. 

“No, thank you for coming and saving me from the loneliness,” Steve’s too tired to do anything about it but vows to talk to him about it later as the dreams overtake him. 


	6. Chapter 5 and a Half

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> A mini-chapter.

The light morning air brushes Steve into awareness like a mother lightly prodding her child into coherency. His mind is fuzzy but Tony’s words swim back into his mind. No, thank you for coming and saving me from the loneliness. Steve heart shatters, he scans for the fairy and finds his arm wrapped around his waist. His face is slack, his golden eyes eclipsed by pale eyelids, little freckles spreading out from his cheeks. His wings are tucked into his back, his air ruffled from the ground. Steve leans over, pulling his hand through the strands. 

Tony stirs and awakens, Steve’s beautiful face in his. His eyes are as blue as the sky stretching behind them, as limitless too and Tony lifts himself up. 

“You saved me from the loneliness too,” Steve mumbles and Tony thinks back to last night. His breathing hitches. Steve is lonely? The blue eyes flicker to Tony’s lips and his ears flare red. Oh,  _ oh. _

“Really?” He doesn’t want to sound so pathetic but the question comes out in half a whisper. Steve answers by crashing his lips onto Tony’s. Tony melts. 

They break apart and Tony wonders if this-- if he-- can let this happen. 

Tony’s scared, of course he is. But one look at those eyes and he breaks. He’s so sick of being scared, so sick of hiding. Skin upon skin in the light of dawn, the sun breaking the horizon as Steve breaks Tony into stardust. Breaks him into everything he’s ever wanted to feel. He finally feels understood, and to Tony that is the best feeling. 

It’s noon by the time they stop, panting and sore but so so happy. Tony’s humming with magic, glowing blue and blushing red and hoping to God that he was good. Steve looks just as content, his eyes sleepy with lust as he turns to face Tony. 

“Thank you for finding me,” Steve says and it fits into Tony like a puzzle piece. He’s never been wanted before, not really. The feeling is foreign but the weight of it sits nicely in his chest. He doesn’t answer verbally, but ducks in his head in acknowledgement. Steve ignores his lack of response, curling his hand into Tony’s and just sitting with him, Staring at the clouds. 

For once, Tony doesn’t find the silence stifling. It’s comforting, like a cup of cider on a crisp fall day. It’s like sitting in front of the pond, watching the wind craft tiny waves, a constant rhythm in a world of chaos. It’s structure and Tony hums. 

He’ll let-- this can-- happen, he’ll make sure of it. 

**Author's Note:**

> Hi! I hope you guys liked this chapter. I'm planning on expanding this into more chapters so please let me know if you want to see more. Please leave a kudos or a comment as I really appreciate the feedback.


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